The six of you walk in a loose formation through the trees. The sun shines wanly directly overhead. A spring breeze brings you the scent of poison and rot, the first signs that you are close to your goal. As you press forward, the trees part, and you find what can only be what you came for.
An ugly, short tower of dull granite sits in the middle of the clearing. Purplish drip stains decorate its sides. The smaller plants of the clearing are black and dead. The heavy double doors stand open. "Looks like my tip was good." Damocles says. "Let's see if we can snarl up their plans."
Yep. You're here. The Tower of Balfour.
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